"Uhh, Mom? Why do you say that?" Dante tried his hardest to hide the shock in his voice, but Aileen seemed to detect it.
She sighed sadly and clasped her hands together nervously. "You know, unlike your dad, who you know your grandpa on their side, I've always told you your grandpa on my side was dead, right? Well… that's not true."
At this point, Dante felt he could go dizzy. "What do you mean, he's still alive to this day? Was there a conflict between you guys?"
"It's not as simple as a conflict, Dante. My father's name is Gavin Heineken. At the time, he was one of the heirs of the Heineken family's leadership, but before he met my mother, he lost the battle and became a 'waste,' so to speak," Aileen stated seriously.
What? Heineken? That Heineken? The ones who single-handedly sponsored the UEFA Champions League for so many years?!
